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[foolishwren]

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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
[Need to send Heather a private message but don't particularly wanna spam up your friendslists? Feel free to leave it here! Please include the name of the game and IC date of the message in your comment to help avoid confusion. For OOC contact, feel free to send a PM or IM the mun at Phantastus! peace out yo]

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[bugbeverage]

Beetlejuice finally leaned his head up and pushed his sunnies onto his brow. His sunken eyes met hers and he smiled. Oh, hey, he almost sorta not really remembered her! She wasn't hard on the eyes.

"Oh, I get around. Saw what looked like Pleasure Island in the making and decided to come have a lookie-loo. It's not half bad!"

He sat himself up, did a little shimmy scoot, and stepped out of the cup so that he could peer down at her. BJ offered a dirty hand.

"Nice t'meetcha, you can call me BJ and it can stand for whatever you want, so don't ask." So far he'd only dared to type his name. Speaking it aloud seemed almost too good to be true. "Whatdya call this place? Need a carnival barker? I can bark with the big dogs, here, listen, WOOF WOOF WOOF!"

Meanwhile, Dodger the Skwovet had set the Poke'Gear down and climbed over to the edge of the cup to peer curiously at Hazel. He gave her a broad, sort of vacant smile.

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She certainly remembers him too. It's hard to forget that moldy green hair and shit-eating grin. She glances at the dirty hand... and doesn't take it.

Heather is more than capable of grinning and bearing an unwanted handshake, but she's still a little too perplexed by this situation to agree to a gesture so normal.

"This is the Aurora League's property and we're not open yet. So as you might imagine, we don't exactly get visitors."

Hazel makes eye contact with Dodger. She's too polite to frown, but she is flustered. And it's not safe to be on the rides. So she pika-pika's, transferring her blueprints to one stubby arm so that she can gesture at the ground with the other.

You should all get down from there!! >:(

[bugbeverage]

When she didn't take his hand he withdrew it and straightened back up, smoothing down his tie in what looked like a little self-soothing motion.

"Well you got one! You got anything to eat? Me 'n the boys here are parched and peckish."

Meanwhile, Dodger obediently hops down and trundles on over to skwov-skwov at her in response. He gives his compliments to their lovely property and starts raving about a funny video about a budew he saw.

"I should introduce you," Beetlejuice blustered on. He swung an arm down to his squirrely buddy. "This is The Artful Dodger," he jerked a finger at the bundle of eggs that had fallen asleep. "That's Breakfast. And this--" Beetlejuice gestured behind Heather where the little Mimikyu he'd started out with sits staring up at her with its curious little eyes. "Is Dave. They're the best pals you could ask for."

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As the seconds tick past and Beetlejuice is failing to dematerialize into a hallucination, Heather is entering the 'Acceptance' phase of encountering an unexpected situation.

Plus, she reasons internally, if he winds up being somehow A Problem, she doubts it's something she and her Pokemon can't handle.

His ragtag trio there don't exactly look like Champion-level battlers.

So she retorts, "Not unless you like unpopped popcorn."

It's not completely a lie-- there's food in her and Envy's trailer, but the snack stash is decidedly not available to the public. If he actually takes her up on the offer of unpopped popcorn though, he can have as much as he likes.

"I'm Heather. This is Hazel."

The Pikachu in question would be sweatdropping if anime were real (lol), but... well, her new acquaintance isn't really being rude. So she sighs and thanks him, indicating that the property is still under serious construction and that he and his friends should be more careful.

The Budew video... she just lets him rave about.

It's about then, however, that Heather notices the Mimikyu BEHIND HER and jumps a couple feet away, barely muffling a surprise swearword.

[bugbeverage]

For the moment, Beetlejuice looks like he's actually considering making a meal of unpopped kernels--that was, until Heather gave that little jump at the sight of his weird cosplaying ghost buddy.

The ex ghoul explodes into raucous laughter, doubling over and slapping a knee.

"Good one, Dave! You make daddy proud!"

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It is by Arceus' grace, Nephelis' blessing, and her decade of character development alone that Heather does not default to her primal, reflexive instincts and just boot Dave clean through the trees and into the river on the other side.

As it is, she just scowls-- and holds out a hand towards her own Pokemon.

"Chill, Hazel, it's fine."

The Pikachu lowers her TINY CLOSED YELLOW FISTS.

She was absolutely willing to square the fuck up with a Mimikyu in defense of her trainer, apparently.

[bugbeverage]

Dave just tilts his handmade head at Hazel's violent gesture and blinks his true eyes. "Mimi?"

"It's nice ta meetcha!" Beetlejuice blustered on. "Aroura League huh? You must be the toughest of the tough! It's an honor!" He jutted out his hand again for a shake. He was persistent! This time he leaned in a little. He didn't smell great. "Maybe we'll battle one day, my boys aren't ready for the gym but they've got the spirit! AHAH hah!"